This is a song about "Cash money cars"

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

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I dont really shakespeare

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

The sweetness is overflowing just hope that i do not get ants

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

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars