This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Hoes love me because of my cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

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

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars