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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

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*)

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

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

Niggas is working forever my bars

With plenty of money and women

Two reflections into one