This is a song about "Cars money and bitches"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Denim front been still kickin' ten zero

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

The ice ain't really nothing to her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches