This is a song about "Cars money and bitches"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The you should look up in the stars

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish