This is a song about "Sex money fast cars"

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

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

You pull up in parking lots

Got like a hundred cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

All the girls wanna have sex