This is a song about "Cash cars hoes"

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Cause you're most likely to crash

I get it, you got cash,

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,