This is a song about "Guns and cars and money"

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

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

And now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

And my guns are directors

The richest place on earth

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes