This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

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

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

We love for a while then a light goes

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

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*)