This is a song about "Weed money and hoes"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Ain't no women at the shows

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

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

In private, not public in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes