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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Convertibles with turbo jets

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Run away from the cars...

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

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

Lost my nigga over nothing though

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups