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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

So while you niggas copy cat the cats who made classics

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Ain't no women at the shows

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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