This is a song about "Foreign cars fast money and rich bitches drugs"

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And try to deplete foreign populations creating complications.

You fool think you're knack, bitch you rack raps ,you're fag,take you sack, things,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

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

See, it's something about commitment though

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch