This is a song about "Buying used cars"

Hoes love me because of my cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

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

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf