This is a song about "Big cars"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Got like a hundred cars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

That got your mother high

Cars are passing by, guy