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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

Child parents see my music and say "thats one album you will not be buying"

The aftermath is y'allsi told ya last album, we need help cause we dying

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

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