This is a song about "Money and cars"

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Condoleezza, this is lyrical ether

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes