This is a song about "Money hoes car and clothes"

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

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

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Find whatever it is you need/ from the bomb bay car fucking hoes on main/

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Boy got dollars, pounds or whatever