This is a song about "Cars money weed slut"

But you know what

Bad bitch, far from a slut

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Run away from the cars...

The you should look up in the stars