This is a song about "Big cars"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

So she kisses the stars

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars