This is a song about "Money hoes clothes"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

That's why i shine like i does

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Went down the aisles, snatchin' all the clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

We don't do laundry we just buy more clothes,

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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