This is a song about "Money cars cloths"

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Run away from the cars...

The you should look up in the stars

This is how she want to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I feel like i got fifty cars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I be murdering bars