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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

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

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

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

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Twista finna get up on the track

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her