This is a song about "Cars and bitches"

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

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

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

As my record label nitpicks at this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for