This is a song about "Money cars jail"

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

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

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

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

Your father sits in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Pink toenails tail like a beached whale

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Had i not been exposed to these things

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props