This is a song about "Money big booty women mansions and cars"

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

So she kisses the stars

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen

Young money shit, me and lil wayne too big

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

Never pledge allegiance, god given flow