This is a song about "Money cars cloths"

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

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

He wares a linen cloths and a pair of reed sandals

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

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