This is a song about "Oyung money and hoes"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I bestow blows that freeze foes and sweep hoes.

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

We know we always out

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

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

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

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,