This is a song about "Bitches and cars"

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And i'm still hurtin over pops

The youngest of my mother kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Ugh, and that's gross but she love it though