This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes