This is a song about "Money cars clothes"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

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

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

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

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars