This is a song about "Bitches money cars"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Run away from the cars...

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Gotta be something for me write this

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

I gonna take it really nice and slow

I feel like i got fifty cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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