This is a song about "Cars and money and life and gang"

Fresh gang and ymk about to kiiiiiiill it!

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Liven life with danger/ and living life in danger is a big ass money changer/

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems