This is a song about "Cars and cash"

Dc has never seen such progress

And cash money supermarket like seth,

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

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

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

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash