This is a song about "Cars clothes and hoes"

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

Now concentrate until you get the juice

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes