This is a song about "Cars and life"

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And when this beat drops, your heart stops