This is a song about "Money girls cars"

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

You pull up in parking lots

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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