This is a song about "Money cars hoes"

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

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

Ybm and emp it's like we brothers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Bitch got all them booty shots

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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