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

Better yet they work my every nerve

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

But now we must get money and stay from drug

A whore is someone who want money for sex

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

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

Run away from the cars...

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

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