This is a song about "Money car cloths"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I need a 17 car garage

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

'bout to get my other car

You get close but no cigar

Got a license, no car

How simple they are

At least i have my own house and a car!

Hope my city is not too far

We be in the party like we own that bar

I do it fast like vien diesel's car

That's how we make it right

Box car children trying to hide

Down the street to the car,

Don't go to far