This is a song about "Money cars and clothes"

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

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

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

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

I tear off her clothes, and take a knife to her throat

We running that show all around the globe

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours