This is a song about "Cars and money"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

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