This is a song about "Money hoes life bros"

Im controlling the air, like a gentry decision

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

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

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

The bitches is everything in between

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

She looks for money , i look for life