This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

I be murdering bars

Got like a hundred cars

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks