This is a song about "Money rich cars bars"

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Man but this ain't no sign language

Yeah you thought she was rich

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

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

Yeah they always defend you, look how they say your name

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours