This is a song about "Money cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Hoes love me because of my cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

I feel like i got fifty cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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