This is a song about "Cars my dogs mobbing money hoes fakes husting"

In the garden guarding my hoes

Here they keep a rachet close

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick

A lotta hoes in my phone

Soon as i get home

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

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Take him home, my dogs tail will start to wag

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars