This is a song about "Cars and hoes"

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

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

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

Big homie hov said i am close

Bought the dope and have hoes

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz