This is a song about "Money cars shoes"

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Dark side of town, baby mama blues

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

This homosexual troll living under my shoes

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

You can't find your fucken shoes?

Zero options to choose

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

Like the bottom of your dated shoes

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth