This is a song about "Cars"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Hoes love me because of my cars

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I feel like i got fifty cars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars