This is a song about "Cars money and bitches"

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Fuck what them niggas saying i aspire for greatness

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I be murdering bars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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