This is a song about "Money hoes weed"

Keep it trill for the hoes

This is love, nothing else close

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

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

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

We love for a while then a light goes

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