This is a song about "Money cars ryhming and no bad words"

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

No words generating from his pen and looming on the lead

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

To this day, the game, will never be the same

You got that money that break – uh break- breakdown

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Same rhymes with bad flow and no skills

They bringing me fish and chips

And all women who had light features, see

In other words i'm getting money

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Money got my fam going back words

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes