This is a song about "Money cars and clothes"

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

Niggas is working forever my bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous