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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Just let me explain this, why you pick up that stainless

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Every single one of these bitches are standard hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Tryna stay clear of my foes

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

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

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