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

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

And more than confident

Cinnamon tone women and

But somehow it made them listen

And they only talk about women

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

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

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

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends