This is a song about "Cash cars hoes"

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

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

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

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

Run away from the cars...

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Part of me though, is searching for answers

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

X's and o's, you must be the rose

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.