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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

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

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The you should look up in the stars

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

Only concern was the home that was close to him