This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous