This is a song about "Cars and life"

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

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

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

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

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush