This is a song about "Sushi and hoes"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

Jt: fuck each others moms

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Bought the dope and have hoes

Got shows on top of shows

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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