This is a song about "Weed money hoes"

Bought the dope and have hoes

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Like a line full of hoes

She's bad and she knows

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Through the years tryin to stack a little green