This is a song about "Cars sex and money"

Sweet, okay makes sense

Me and your mum had rough sex

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

I'm on deck i'm up next

And in love with her, lets have sex