This is a song about "Bacnice cars"

I feel like i got fifty cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

From the projects to the penthouse

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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