This is a song about "Cars an mkney"

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Cars are passing by, guy

That's the window into the sky

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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