This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Hoes love me because of my cars

The you should look up in the stars

Bought the dope and have hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

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’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes