This is a song about "Drugs cars hoes"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and 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

Hoes love me because of my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those