This is a song about "Cars money bitches hoes cribs millions hater"

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

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

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

Took me a while just to write those

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Got one good tip: bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

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

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes