This is a song about "Money hoes cars trapping racks bands"

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

And understand i work hard to make these bands.

I got a green bag with them blue strands

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

God damn pull out my racks

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

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

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.