This is a song about "Money cars women"

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

And they only talk about women

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.