This is a song about "Gold and cars"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

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

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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

We getting money, you can face the facts

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Gold chains, watches and more,

Look, viewin life from the 36th floor