This is a song about "Tattoos money and hoes"

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

We self-made but never is an i on the team

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

And you are not around like black fathers

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

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

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

Big homie hov said i am close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose