This is a song about "Cars and life"

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

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

Though she pop me low, lookin’ for dat beaver

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

Ironically it subs like a hero

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours