This is a song about "Money cars gas"

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Act fact, hourglass, pedal to the floor, step on the gas

Run away from the cars...

The you should look up in the stars

Or id be pumping gas

She graduated top of the class

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Because there's no fuel to hold our gas

When you ain't got no education

Of the nearest gas station,

It's too turned going up like gas

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass