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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Without the sound of guns

Guess they ran out of options

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

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Music is money, money isn't music

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip