This is a song about "Paganis and hoes"

We love for a while then a light goes

And keep out of the way of the hoes.

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

Took me a while just to write those

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

And imma make these hoes bleed

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Where would i be without my dogs