This is a song about "Cars and girls"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

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

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