This is a song about "Money drugs cars"

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

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

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Let's enjoy our younger years

Got like a hundred cars

Cause of death? bars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops