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

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

We should fuck each others mothers

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

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

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

Call me michael vick i go down behind my dogs

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

So drop the slam and let's get sick

You bitch on my dick like dogs and thick