This is a song about "Cars and money no cussing"

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ive got no money and no honey life never sunny

I ain't got no money,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

We love for a while then a light goes

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

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds