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

With plenty of money and women

I pop one, you pop one

So i’ma be aight for the night with a goodbye kiss

Degrade our women calling them hoes and bitches

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Ross and folarin, couple women

And the word most important

Cinnamon tone women and

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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