This is a song about "Cars bikes money"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Enforce, i'm elegant and

All my bikes are covered in rust,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Bitch got all them booty shots