This is a song about "Hoes cars weed money"

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Hoes love me because of my cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz