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

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

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

When he was undressing said it'll only be a minute

Can’t you see just how long my run

And they only talk about women

Because he made his decision

Ross and folarin, couple women

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars