This is a song about "Money cars girls"

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

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars