This is a song about "Cars and girls"

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

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

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

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

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer