This is a song about "Money cars family"

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

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

You pull up in parking lots