This is a song about "Sex drugs and nice cars"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I be murdering bars

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And we havin' rough sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice