This is a song about "Money cars clothes"

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

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

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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

Laundry my clothes while the feds money laundry

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours