This is a song about "School and hoes"

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

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

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

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Odd future here to steer you to what the fuck's cool

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Bought the dope and have hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

And even your friends at school.

Gotta lotta stuff, fool