This is a song about "Drugs cars hoes"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

We love for a while then a light goes

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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