This is a song about "Cars money mansions gangs"

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Mansions maids mercedes

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Run away from the cars...

So she kisses the stars

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

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

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

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game