This is a song about "Drugs cars hoes"

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

We love for a while then a light goes

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those