This is a song about "Cars money weed slut"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

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

I dont give a fuck about nothing slut!

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

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Got like a hundred cars

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?