This is a song about "Cars and burger"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

And it smells like burger king.

Go pop some pills or something

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,