This is a song about "Guns and cars"

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Watch how quickly they find a new leader

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

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Pull out guns and let 'em spark