This is a song about "Money cars girls"

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Let's enjoy our younger years

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

The you should look up in the stars