This is a song about "Money fast cars and fucking your hoe"

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

You fucking hoe, wanna get left in hallways?

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto