This is a song about "Gun cars and money"

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

So here i am at the store for some chips

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars