This is a song about "Cars money mansions gangs"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits

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

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

But i’m worth it though work this shit so perfect though

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

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

Obviously oakland gangs ignore this carelessly

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

I feel like i got fifty cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for