This is a song about "Cars bitches money drugs"

We left em a world that's cursed

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

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

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you