This is a song about "Money cars loyalty"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

No loyalty when it comes to fame just a bitch screaming my name pleading again

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

You pull up in parking lots

Got like a hundred cars

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

My arsenal, makes for an awesome show

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Niggas is working forever my bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars