This is a song about "Drugs money cars"

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

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

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

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine