This is a song about "Cars and girls"

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

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

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

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

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

And you are not around like black fathers

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

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

When you ain't got no education

Powerpuff girls and invader zim