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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I represent, but still i need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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