This is a song about "Tattoos money and hoes"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

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

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

These hoes are bad and they know

Double m g forever though

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

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

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream