This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

Hoes love me because of my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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