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

The emergency room, gettin stitches

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Girl stop being fallacious, this mercedes is spacious

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

And i don't know no triple h, but this is all about the game

We love for a while then a light goes

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine