This is a song about "Cars money and bitches"

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

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

They some kanye biters, i'm a cayun pepper

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Just another product of this matrix

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

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