This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

Good love then i can do that for her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

And everybody's having sex

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks