This is a song about "Dogs girls money cars ass gas whiplash"

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Ill stick my dick in your girls ass and finger blast her vagina to great mass i

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge