This is a song about "Cars aircraft"

I feel like i got fifty cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

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

Cars are passing by, guy

That got your mother high

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots