This is a song about "Bitches money cars"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Get money then bitches

2dopeboyz i know you like this

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I feel like i got fifty cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this