This is a song about "Cars and life"

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

I apologize i don't recollect your name

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her