This is a song about "Money car cloths"

With out you following me in the car

See, i like the person that you are

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

I can't drive a car but

I know you're mad, but so what

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Box car children trying to hide

I need a 17 car garage

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

No i can't drive a car

I guzzle up at the bar