This is a song about "Cars and rims"

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

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

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

My nigga banks just be ready for whatever

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics