This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

The you should look up in the stars

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars