This is a song about "Faggots money bitches enemies fast cars gold chains"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

I swear ri got a hit with this

Get money then bitches

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

If i don't make that man there dance

People love hodgy i hate you though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head