This is a song about "Bitches cars"

I feel like i got fifty cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Run away from the cars...

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars