This is a song about "Money cars girls"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

You pull up in parking lots

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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