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

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

From the projects to the penthouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

Sneak is loose and kids taste so nice

Never really been into the ice