This is a song about "Rap hoes money"

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

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

This is love, nothing else close

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

This life i chose

We out here chasin hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Like a line full of hoes

To get that #donald #sterling money, #no #nigga rap

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack