This is a song about "Money cars jail"

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

And i'm raw, fish scale

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

Ill kill you with no trail, no jail,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

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

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

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