This is a song about "Money cars"

Niggas is working forever my bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I feel like i got fifty cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,