This is a song about "Cars drugs love"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I be murdering bars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

No money, power, or drugs,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts