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

You feel it from your head to your toes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Pirelli on my tires, call me 6 bands

Living out of bags

Trapping with the hood rats

He just get her bigger bags

God damn pull out my racks

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

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

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

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

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb