This is a song about "Cars bikes money"

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

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

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Run away from the cars...

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

While in the distance i hear passing cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars