This is a song about "Money hoes"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Weed’s played out, they on that pill shit

Music is money, money isn't music

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Here they keep a rachet close

Keep it trill for the hoes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Tryna stay clear of my foes

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

Like a line full of hoes

Guess i’m different than most

Like a line full of hoes

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

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