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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I need a jail house to free my dogs

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

For my nigga i gotta fuck two hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

I think that she knows