This is a song about "Money cars shoes"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I be murdering bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same

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

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

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Run away from the cars...

Come and walk a mile in my shoes.

Its cold as shit in this booth

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

While in the distance i hear passing cars