This is a song about "Cars and cash"

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

And cash money supermarket like seth,

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips