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

Now replaced with mc's rappin' 'bout sex, woman, and money doubles//

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Run away from the cars...

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

But now we must get money and stay from drug

A coward dies a thousand deaths

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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