This is a song about "Rap god sick cars money hoes and clothes"

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Don't dietevery milla fish fridayi'm squad deep

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hoes love me because of my cars

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Capitalistic mental, money and cash is still sick essential,

Serving gumbo with a shovel, dog i'm on another level

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose