This is a song about "Cars and cribs"

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

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