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

This how i hear it different

Cinnamon tone women and

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Relax, take ya coat off, and let me getcha name

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

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

If ya’ll about to hate then alleviate the diss

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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