This is a song about "Cars and babies"

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

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

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Ive killed 218 babies 2180 teens 21800 men and 218000 slutty hoes,