This is a song about "Money cars hoes"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

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

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

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

We should fuck each others mothers

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