This is a song about "Fuckin bitches money and cars"

This ain't fuckin algebra! grab that canister of money and get some new stamina/

Your classroom testing! right there in the cafeteria eating! right there in the

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money