This is a song about "Money cars girls"

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

The you should look up in the stars

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

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

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.