This is a song about "Buying used cars"

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

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

The you should look up in the stars

Run away from the cars...

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

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Hoes love me because of my cars

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

I feel like i got fifty cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops