This is a song about "Money girls cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

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

Cause all i want is change and my niggas they wanted the same