This is a song about "Oyung money and hoes"

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

It was just the four of us uptown corners

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Took me a while just to write those

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Where would i be without my dogs

Fuck them hoes and the cops

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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