This is a song about "Hoes and money and cars and ice"

Sipping on that quarter oj, ice and water

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

And mine somewhere bout mars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes