This is a song about "Car and money"

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

This audemar on my wrist, got it harder than missed

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Lifes like a car and now i cant steer

Which made me have to wait like leap year

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

And i swear, one day they'll see the car that i drive

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Should i die i'll return like the messiah and piss on your car

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I took your girl and sister, had a threesome in my new car

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar