This is a song about "Gun cars and money"

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

Knifes, axes and multiple varieties of gun

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

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

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

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

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets