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

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Run away from the cars...

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

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.