This is a song about "Money car cloths"

Down the street to the car,

Hope my city is not too far

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

You get close but no cigar

The engine in back of my car

'bout to get my other car

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Jokes on you i don't have a car

I'm in my other car

Baby, you know who you are

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

We be in the party like we own that bar