This is a song about "Rap about weed hoes and money flashy cars and bank"

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

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

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

But i feel my transformation gon' smash the entire game

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

You act like you're so rich and flashy

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,