This is a song about "Oyung money and hoes"

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all only in it for the cars

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes