This is a song about "Cars and cash"

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

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

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

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I just play my part make moves like chess

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

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever