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

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Did the best i could, raised in insanity

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

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

We love for a while then a light goes

I apologize i don't recollect your name

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

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

And everybody's having sex