This is a song about "Cars and cash"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I like bitches in air maxes without socks