This is a song about "Money cars and hoes"

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

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

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

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

She's bad and she knows

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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