This is a song about "Buying used cars"

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

That means i have no block

Then they caught buying a pawnshop/

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

I'm so dapper man, funky fresh dapper dan

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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