This is a song about "Money girls fast cars"

So she kisses the stars

Run away from the cars...

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I feel like i got fifty cars

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Got like a hundred cars

Bitch got all them booty shots