This is a song about "Money cars jail"

When hes coming home from jail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Hit the block like a postman with mail

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Plus i keep it on lock, like i'm part of the jail

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

In jail every 2 weeks/

Tryna kill my dreams

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars

Had i not been exposed to these things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.