This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

When bret hart meet brett farve

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

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

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes