This is a song about "Cars cash"

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Cash is overflowing

Jump off... hoping, i'm hoping

I can barely wipe my ass

40 on my face, getting cash

Cash money, financial

She all that i can handle

I be murdering bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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