This is a song about "Cars money weed slut"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

We're young and we don't give a fuck

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

I feel like i got fifty cars

The you should look up in the stars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And she throws up whatever she eats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

And maybe i am but

Oh, did i scare you, slut?

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes