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

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

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

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

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow