This is a song about "Cars clothes hoes money planes world"

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

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hoes love me because of my cars

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

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

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain