This is a song about "Money hoes weed"

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Like a line full of hoes

Jay rock got flows

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

We out here chasin hoes

No, no, we are not those

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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