This is a song about "Cars money and bitches"

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Get money then bitches

When you feel like this

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Took me a while just to write those

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose