This is a song about "Cars"

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

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

The you should look up in the stars

Got like a hundred cars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Hoes love me because of my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

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