This is a song about "Cars and money"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Sb nike's, with the grey box

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets