This is a song about "Friends money houses cars"

You pull up in parking lots

Got like a hundred cars

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

Lit your houses on fire and deployed my parachute

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Niggas is working forever my bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

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

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.