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

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hoes love me because of my cars

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

They for grossing a bigger business

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Don't know why you even ask, ain't nobody hot as this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

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

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes