This is a song about "Money cars and clothes"

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Went out and had a church of kids

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave