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

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

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

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

To this day, the game, will never be the same

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

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Nowadays it’s about bitches and hoes and riches and dough,

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro