This is a song about "Getting money and fucking hoes"

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

But shit, let me explain- it's because times been hard

The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

I'm fucking getting people to notice,

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes