This is a song about "Pussy and hoes and money"

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Fuck them hoes and the cops

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

No, no, we are not those

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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