This is a song about "Money cars cloths"

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

So don't worry about my motherfucking name

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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops