This is a song about "Cars and gold"

You see i gotta go to war

Gold chains, watches and more,

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

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Now if you give us a chance

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Where i from, it get cold

But like the diamonds and gold

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her