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

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

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

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

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

All my life i had lil money to invest, to spit and let my inner soul grew//

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

You is not hip then i can not coach her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,