This is a song about "Drugs cars hoes"

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes