This is a song about "Money hoes cars"

See me i'm into hoes that's into hoes

Took me a while just to write those

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

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