This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

The you should look up in the stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Big stacks, no lego bricks

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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