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

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

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

Live from the lamont's rose

You niggas aint got no hoes

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

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

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

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

Down in dallas at the all-star game

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most