This is a song about "Cars and cash"

While i'm rubbing on that ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

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

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

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

Respect cash and its powerful guarantee

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars