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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

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

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

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

Why me, i say it cause we number one

With plenty of money and women

She watchin' that oxygen

Ross and folarin, couple women

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

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

And they only talk about women

Hard to move on when you always regret one

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds