This is a song about "Money hoes gold"

This is love, nothing else close

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Hit the club she drop it low

We out here chasin hoes

It's all she knows

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

That portray women as objects, as hoes and gold diggers,