This is a song about "Cars girls weed washington money dirtbike"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

You pull up in parking lots

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I feel like i got fifty cars

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.