This is a song about "Big cars"

Why you call me back? don't lie

Cars are passing by, guy

The you should look up in the stars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

The youngest of my mother kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

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

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Baby, you got that super bass

Big tits and a big ass

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Hoes love me because of my cars