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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Money fast like eminem's rap

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Cuz they made the game about bitches n gold chains

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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

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

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

Crap rappers wear gold chains and hold stacks

We getting money, you can face the facts