This is a song about "Cars bikes money"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

The you should look up in the stars

Run away from the cars...

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars