This is a song about "Cars fighting money guns"

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

But im sick of the fighting

Let my angel sing

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Mark my words, better die off fighting/

You can't evade my guns,

Back with a vengeance

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Fighting chumps fighting like spartans

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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