This is a song about "Drugs money and cars"

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

And get me some more drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,