This is a song about "Fame cash homies money cars"

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

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

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Even with the money and the fame

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

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

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

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

I rather give you my last to see you live again

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money