This is a song about "Cars and cash"

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Your life is a product of trash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

Why you saving that, with her misbehaving ass

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And cash money supermarket like seth,

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes