This is a song about "Money cars shoes"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

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

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Why you tryin to read me if you see there isnt any issues

Ive got neon laced shoes, i used to wear crayon paint shoes,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Run away from the cars...

So she kisses the stars

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours