This is a song about "Money hoes cars"

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

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

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Niggas is working forever my bars