This is a song about "Flex car hoe money got it"

Haha that hoe got ya ass whipped.

I know it hurt but life's not perfect

Got golden arm go try to flex this

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

That's they way we do it when you got the money to blow

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

That gal want me ride har

Yea got big stacks get me a car

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Your mom won't play it in the car cause it's got cursing in it

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Oh i got it, i'll just set my car on fire, say someone stole it while i passed out,

I from kentucky. i got the mussel. i got the money. i got yellow hummer with the three on it.

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit