This is a song about "Cars clothes and hoes"

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

The hoes, the clothes, you niggas are just like clones

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids