This is a song about "Money music cars and girls"

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Money drug girls which one got me fucked next

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

'cuz after i drink a bottle, wave my flag and surrender

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing