This is a song about "Money cars and girls"

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

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

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

You fail at life, i'll mug your teachers

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

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

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