This is a song about "Money hoes weed"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

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

Alwaysstay ahead of these stank hoes

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Bought the dope and have hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes