This is a song about "Money car cloths"

'bout to get my other car

Baby, you know who you are

My rhymes will have you living from house to car

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

O conquered coke hits in his gay car

You know...you know who you are

Box car children trying to hide

To take all those wrongs and make them right

I grabbed my keys, ran straight to my car

We be in the party like we own that bar

With the goons i spar

Down the street to the car,

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Lana blue jeans, pulling up in a fast car

With out you following me in the car

Niggas who be rapping how real they are