This is a song about "Cars and shoes"

Just remember i said it, by the end of november

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

So here i am at the store for some chips

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

We got big shoes to fill, and that ain't no small feat/

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

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

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars