This is a song about "Pistols weed snaps fast cars bitches money block"

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Red riding is getting some of this wolfly odder cock

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

We getting money, you can face the facts

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

And mine somewhere bout mars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?