This is a song about "Money tits cars"

Look, i tried to call it quits

My cumb’s all up and on your tits

Run away from the cars...

So she kisses the stars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cdg shit match my kicks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

I feel like i got fifty cars