This is a song about "Cars and money"

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

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

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks