This is a song about "Money cars cloths"

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...

Hoes love me because of my cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks