This is a song about "Cash cars hoes"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Run away from the cars...

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

She all that i can handle

Cash money, financial

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops