This is a song about "Weed and cars"

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

They all are pretenders, i am the 7th letter

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

With some weed and a cup

I know you're mad, but so what

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

I keep a level head, gettin high layin low

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

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

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Weed smoke, booze and violence

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most