This is a song about "Bars cars"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Niggas is working forever my bars

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

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Got like a hundred cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props