This is a song about "Money girls cars"

I feel like i got fifty cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

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

Nigga don't know how to rap but i'm in the game

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars