This is a song about "Cars money bitches"

I feel like i got fifty cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this