This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

I feel like i got fifty cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Man i swear she's bad and she knows