This is a song about "Drugs cars hoes"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Hoes love me because of my cars

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

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

You pull up in parking lots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars