This is a song about "Money cars weed gun rappers"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Run away from the cars...

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money