This is a song about "Money n hoes"

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Lyrically giving these hoes a chance to listen n' live in felicity

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.

We out here chasin hoes

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

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Like a line full of hoes

Got shows on top of shows

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those