This is a song about "Trill money hoes niggas cars cops"

Fuck them hoes and the cops

So she kisses the stars

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

Crime, cops in cars, bright lights shine, trife life,

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

Run a cartel like a real rick ross

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

You pull up in parking lots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Fuck niggas we dont fuck with those

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

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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