This is a song about "Cars and cash"

Metro zoo in here, with my crew in here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

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

I been doing this for forever, so whatever

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

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

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars