This is a song about "Money and fast cars"

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

And you were tryna get it over fast.

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head