This is a song about "Pimpin hoes and making money"

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

I'll never call you bitch again

Throwing money up and making it rain/

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

Making hoes drop to their knees pleading with free blows

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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