This is a song about "Cars ford mustang gt"

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Listening to aston martin music music

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

The you should look up in the stars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

All green nigga pick six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.