This is a song about "Cars money girls"

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

I apologize i don't recollect your name

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow