This is a song about "Cars an motorcycles"

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Cars are passing by, guy

And i know that your supply

I feel like i got fifty cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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