This is a song about "Money cars loyalty"

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Loyalty is our middle initial,

People love hodgy i hate you though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

With no cards of royalty, fuck rap i'm here to body people, show no loyalty!

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see