This is a song about "Rich money fam lamborghini cars mansion famous"

Money got my fam going back words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Just to make it famous

Don’t you be holding back, your love

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

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

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Which is right out back behind my mansion

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

You pull up in parking lots

Just cause you might have a lot of money doesn't make you famous,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops