This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

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

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

The way we eatin her we gonna need bibs with a side of cribs,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips