This is a song about "Bitch hoes niggas money drugs cars lambos ferraris bmws"

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Bitch, money is everything

About the way i'm feeling

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars