This is a song about "Cars aircraft"

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Cars are passing by, guy

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots