This is a song about "Food cars hoes bros"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

You and joe bros for life

We hustle to survive