This is a song about "Faggots money bitches enemies fast cars gold chains"

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

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

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Get money then bitches

A.d. 2, on the way, let's do this

You, you, you have to pay for that

Money fast like eminem's rap

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

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

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours