This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

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

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

The youngest of my mother kids

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox