This is a song about "Money hoes"

I think that she knows

We out here chasin hoes

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

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Keep it trill for the hoes

Ain't no women at the shows

Here they keep a rachet close

Like a line full of hoes

Damn right madame, again i fucked those hoes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

For 12 years,no new hoes!

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes