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

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

If we ain't right and always at the throats

It's disgusting and horrible to see his clothes

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

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

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

Brighter than yellow bones

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

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

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

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes