This is a song about "Food cars hoes bros"

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Fucking hoes, playing super smash bros as mario

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

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Got like a hundred cars