This is a song about "Money hoes life bros"

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

She impress bros but i'm less prone to misled hoes. out of respect though,

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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