This is a song about "Cars and girls"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Talking about the god you serve

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

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

But like a porn star i'm best when to swallow

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

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