This is a song about "Girls cars and bars"

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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

It's late and you stuck in my basement

By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

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

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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