This is a song about "Cars clothes and hoes"

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Hoes love me because of my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box