This is a song about "Cash money cars"

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Cash is overflowing

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

With a four finger ring like i can't spell my fucking name

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

They say i'm running hip-hop but i'd rather unify with y'all then stampede

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

And a 'please to meet cha' when they reach in, the deep ends of your knee pants

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands