This is a song about "Money car cloths"

And could i be a star

No i can't drive a car

That gyal want mi ride har

Jokes on you i don't have a car

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

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

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

With out you following me in the car

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

At least i have my own house and a car!

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Yea got big stacks get me a car

I know i've came so far