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

Only concern was the home that was close to him

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

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

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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

And my friend's aim at knees, sparking heaters

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Got like a hundred cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

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

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

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same