This is a song about "Cars and cash"

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars