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

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Zoning my second bottle, focused still on tomorrow

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars