This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

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