This is a song about "Gang bitchies money cars drogs lean"

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

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Got like a hundred cars

Southern niggas, y'all think that we lean back when we sippin' lean,

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops