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

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

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

And y'all talk constantly, about all of your bitches and hoes,

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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