This is a song about "Girls and cars"

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

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

100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Can't change who i am, i just try to get better