This is a song about "Cars an mkney"

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,

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Got like a hundred cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks