This is a song about "Cars and mon"

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

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

Run away from the cars...

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

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

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

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

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch