This is a song about "Money hoes clothes"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Bloodstained clothes, at a wedding trying to propose to some of these hoes.

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those