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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

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

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

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again