This is a song about "Money tits cars"

I feel like i got fifty cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

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

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

This rap suppose to be a kiss to your mom tits

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Hoes love me because of my cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

So i guess that's where i hide my things