This is a song about "Food cars hoes bros"

She impress bros but i'm less prone to misled hoes. out of respect though,

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

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

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Run away from the cars...

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I feel like i got fifty cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?