This is a song about "Cars sex and money"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

A whore is someone who want money for sex

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

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

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same