This is a song about "My money and cars"

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Take my bus and bust down money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

U took all my money and ran away...

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,