This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

Bought the dope and have hoes

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Big homie hov said i am close

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve