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

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Here they keep a rachet close

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches