This is a song about "Hoes cars weed money"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Hoes love me because of my cars

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.