This is a song about "Hoes cloths cars cribs"

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

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