This is a song about "Cars and cribs"

But now i own yachts bigger than a lot of mans cribs

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

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

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

I got mouths to feed wanna buy a house and a couple cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Together all the timethought it was true love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

So she kisses the stars