This is a song about "Guns cars money girls music"

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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

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

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing