This is a song about "Cars and geting laid"

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

24's on that escalade and ya' chick in the back, gettin' laid,

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

We love for a while then a light goes

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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