This is a song about "Guns money weed bitches cars"

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

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Last of a dying breed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this