This is a song about "Drugs money cars"

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

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Cdg shit match my kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

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

You in the basement, i'm on the roof again

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?