This is a song about "Gold and cars"

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Went out and had a church of kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

Gold chains, watches and more,

I ain't happy with the score