This is a song about "Money cars and hoes"

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

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 a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks