This is a song about "Gold and cars"

I’m steady searching for a stack of the green and gold,

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

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

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

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Left brain, super 3, creator ace