This is a song about "Money and cars and life"

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for