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

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

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

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

Just like a cannon from the teen in nick

Music is money, money isn't music

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Got like a hundred cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

You can't evade my guns,

3m's on my new balance