This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

Run away from the cars...

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Got like a hundred cars

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars