This is a song about "Cars and rims"

People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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