This is a song about "Money girls fast cars"

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Cdg shit match my kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I feel like i got fifty cars

Bitch got all them booty shots