This is a song about "City banks cars and video games"

With your friends and get blazed, talking about bitches, or playing video games

Bossy friend better behave in any weather, pale skin, color of white slave,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Because we barey talk and im almost in the city

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

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

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

And that i spent the night with her

And on the banks of this river

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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