This is a song about "Money cars cloths"

I don't rock designer cloths, i rather rock and shock with that raiden robe

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Tmott pa palace flow, hugo boss new balance flow

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars