This is a song about "Money cars ryhming and no bad words"

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Money got my fam going back words

No grief into these words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

And girl, i ain't got no money to borrow

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

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

K dot got no, flow and dre no dice, my bad thats rata, tat on the mike,

Til my faith start responding, and if i get no answer, just know i tried

They bringing me fish and chips

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Never chose the bad life , no bad crowds