This is a song about "Cars money women drug sex"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Stayed behind the bars of the prison, farthest from cars n' the women insane at best

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I'll spit about money,life,women, i spit all kinds o' stuff

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush