This is a song about "Gold and cars"

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

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

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

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

We getting money, you can face the facts

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

But like the diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Something worth dying for

Gold chains, watches and more,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Look outside the window and you'll see the city of gold/

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks