This is a song about "Sport cars and muscle cars"

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

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

It’s so hard and its so an this marvelous flow

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus