This is a song about "My money and cars"

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

So here i am at the store for some chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

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

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

I got money mind and money on my wrist

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Take my bus and bust down money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me