This is a song about "Cars bikes money"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Never had a chance to try

Cars are passing by, guy

I be murdering bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

I used to be poor in the bad part down, stealing bikes to run,

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars