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

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Attempt burglary, attempt theft you just begun

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

Took me a while just to write those

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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

And they only talk about women

Just to match the grind with precision

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

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

Cinnamon tone women and

But nah, he is quite different