This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

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

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

But you the only one who ain't tellingi tell you it's a cold world, stay in school

You live life fuck bitches get the mula too kids don't do drugs just stay kool

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

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

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I got snider bitches that whiter than the drugs they sniff

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

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

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