This is a song about "Money hoes gold"

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

After every show, a dream she hold

You gotta go all day for that gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Ain't no women at the shows

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

We out here chasin hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

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.