This is a song about "Buying used cars"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

See boy she been in love

Now you buying birthday presents

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Got like a hundred cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots