This is a song about "Cash wrapped up straps strapped up"

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Everything be rem, my eyes look like them chinese boys

We chief on loud like indians and my crews strapped up like cowboys

Lights coming up, night coming up,

So i ain't giving a fuck

Putting all you desperate rappers wrapped up in bed

Wait, you wanna fuckin' drown? go ahead

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop