This is a song about "Cars money bitches killing peopel"

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Let me cash you out , here hold this

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

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

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Killing all you pacifist bitches, screwin all you pissed off bitches,

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live