This is a song about "Money hoes cars trapping racks bands"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

We getting money, you can face the facts

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Big homie hov said i am close