This is a song about "Buying used cars at i n motors"

Looking out my window i see dope motors

Two baby mamas, 3 kids, two rovers

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Influence i used to fight with

I feel like i got fifty cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars