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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

My homies are dogs so u best leave when they start barkin

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

A lotta hoes in my phone

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

Hoes love me because of my cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

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

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow