This is a song about "Cars hoes and bitches"

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Tryna stay clear of my foes

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

So she kisses the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

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

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

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

They are inspirational and i wish i could get into music/ most bitches and hoes that enter/

Hoes love me because of my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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