This is a song about "Cars money bitches"

Enough to drive a man insane, a woman insane

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

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

We love for a while then a light goes

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

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Run away from the cars...

Sb nike's, with the grey box