This is a song about "Money cars clothes"

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Went down the aisles, snatchin all the clothes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Looking for sum hoes with no clothes

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Like clothes, herself swallows my census

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

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

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again