This is a song about "Buying used cars"

Got like a hundred cars

So she kisses the stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I feel like i got fifty cars

Then they caught buying a pawnshop/

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

While scheming on hits

Child parents see my music and say "thats one album you will not be buying"

My future so bright i'd probably go blind before i blink twice, i ain't lying

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Knew she was dying but with the mixes she kept buying