This is a song about "Money and cars and women"

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

And last but not least please don't tell no one

With plenty of money and women

I be murdering bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?