This is a song about "Money and cars"

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,