This is a song about "Money cars and clothes"

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

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

And any chick you can screw i can get wetter

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids