This is a song about "Bmw cars"

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Cars are passing by, guy

I wonder why, i sit and cry

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

The youngest of my mother kids

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I feel like i got fifty cars