This is a song about "Money hoes and cars"

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

And everybody's having sex

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

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