This is a song about "Car and money"

Flow retarded, i need to wipe the slob off of every bar

Upgraded to fat joe and i strap yo bitch to the back of my car,

"money and blood don't mix

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

But i let off everything i have

And smash whores, bangin' in the car like shaky bass

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

A lot of people called it last year

Lifes like a car and now i cant steer

(fast) i want da money car door funny

Third ward general, young cash money

With plenty of money and women

They'll have to rename this one