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

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

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