This is a song about "Sex cars money"

All the girls wanna have sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

I feel like i got fifty cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks