This is a song about "Tattoos money and hoes"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Bitch got all them booty shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

And imma make these hoes bleed

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

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

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