This is a song about "Buying and selling cars befor i was 16"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Say she told her i wouldn’t shit

That your buying and there loving it,

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

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

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs