This is a song about "Cars money bitches"

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

This is how she want to live

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

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

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

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow