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

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Rich hypocrites permit war on foreign lands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

We left em a world that's cursed

When bret hart meet brett farve

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The you should look up in the stars