This is a song about "Food cars hoes bros"

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve