This is a song about "Crack money cars"

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

The third one is mixed, white and black

All of us will eventually crack.

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

People love hodgy i hate you though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

I can't turn back

For what for cookin crack