This is a song about "Money hoes lingerie"

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

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

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Took me a while just to write those

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You actin' like i'm out here rapin' hoes

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Keep it trill for the hoes