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

Spiritual, fool's gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Drink some shit, money blows,

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Run away from the cars...

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.