This is a song about "Cars money girls"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

You pull up in parking lots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars