This is a song about "Money hoes and cars"

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Bought the dope and have hoes

Jay rock got flows

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars