This is a song about "Girls cars money"

And mine somewhere bout mars

Run away from the cars...

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Niggas is working forever my bars

Hoes love me because of my cars

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

The roc to allido, they all believe me though

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

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

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

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