This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

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

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Run away from the cars...

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos