This is a song about "Drugs cars hoes"

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

Took me a while just to write those

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

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops