This is a song about "Oyung money and hoes"

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Everything i wanted never seem so close

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Bought the dope and have hoes

No, no, we are not those

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The you should look up in the stars

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Took me a while just to write those

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws