This is a song about "Cars and bitches"

And i'll show you all type of bitches

See these bitches can't cut in yo business

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Good love then i can do that for her

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

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Took me a while just to write those

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,