This is a song about "Bacnice cars"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The you should look up in the stars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

All green nigga pick six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.