This is a song about "Money cars hoes fake niggas struggle pain hustle"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes,

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Hoes love me because of my cars

I be murdering bars

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

Down in dallas at the all-star game