This is a song about "Cars and bitches"

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/