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

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

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

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Destined to win, get respect where i live