This is a song about "Cars and pizza"

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

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

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

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

We love for a while then a light goes

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I'd like to treat you to a faygo and a slice of pizza

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow