This is a song about "Crack money cars"

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

For what for cookin crack

Don’t you be holding back

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Bitch got all them booty shots

Run away from the cars...

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Come and see what i'm about, pull your hair you say my name

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,