This is a song about "Money and fast cars"

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

And you were tryna get it over fast.

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Money fast like eminem's rap

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve