This is a song about "Cars and cash"

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

"contemplate", i wrote about her

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

And cash money supermarket like seth,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box