This is a song about "Drugs money jail violence cars"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

When hes coming home from jail

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

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

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Just like that... wale

Your father sits in jail