This is a song about "Cash cars hoes"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I get it, you got cash,

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips