This is a song about "Money cars girls"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

The you should look up in the stars

Run away from the cars...

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hoes love me because of my cars

I'mma be up with them owls, just to see you when you out

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,