This is a song about "Gold money rich drink cars"

Like a line full of hoes

Drink some shit, money blows,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rack rack city bitch

Yeah you thought she was rich

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Been spending most our lives

I’m starring in this bitch and yeah i write the show

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

If you wanna drink, drink bottled water

I feel like deaths around the corner

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

We love for a while then a light goes