This is a song about "Money cars gas"

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Or id be pumping gas

And when it come to the cash

I’m up to six hundred bricks, started with two hundred grams

With gasoline and unfastened gas valves,

Make him inhale the gas fumes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I feel like i got fifty cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars