This is a song about "Sex money fast cars"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

All the girls wanna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

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

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

I stay awake , dreaming for sex

Convertibles with turbo jets

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

And i'm the only fucking rapper without a chain

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

A coward dies a thousand deaths

It wasn't about the sex