This is a song about "Weed money hoes"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

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

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

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

Makin tacos, fuckin hot hoes,

Live from the lamont's rose

I can always go home and look down my street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed