This is a song about "Cars and bitches"

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

You hear that shawty, shh no more talking alright

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans