This is a song about "Fast cars bad broads sexy bitchez drugs cash"

You hoard more broads than igor,

As soon as i walk in the door

I work at, i work fast, you twerk bad, hurt that ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Run away from the cars...

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Whose there? twista breakin' em' off it's a magical sexy