This is a song about "Drugs money cars"

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow