This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

Amen, they say you only live once

No money, power, or drugs,

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

My slaughter's hittin' our goals as though we like hockey

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*)

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth