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

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

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Sb nike's, with the grey box

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

A clever idea to take something they said

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Money fast like eminem's rap

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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