This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

I be giving work to the kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

She's bad and she knows

Bought the dope and have hoes

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

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

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