This is a song about "Oyung money and hoes"

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Every year i get it out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

No, no, we are not those

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Have no souls indeed

And imma make these hoes bleed

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Money come and money go still money problems addin up