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

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

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Living out of bags

All i got is fuckin racks

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

Out here fucking bitches popping bands

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

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

Don't even know the rules but yet y'all tryin' to play the game

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

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

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex