This is a song about "Money cars supr"

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

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

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box