This is a song about "Money guns cars girls drivebys"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

The you should look up in the stars

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Run away from the cars...

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Better yet they work my every nerve

Guess they ran out of options

You can't evade my guns,