This is a song about "Money and cars"

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

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

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

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

A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

See, i like the person that you are

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch