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

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

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

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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