This is a song about "Cars an motorcycles"

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

My garage full of cars that bounce

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

The you should look up in the stars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars