This is a song about "Money life rap cars fame"

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

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

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

What influence as nigga money or fame

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Even with the money and the fame

Wale and we are not the same

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Crime, cops in cars, bright lights shine, trife life,

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

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