This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

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

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money