This is a song about "Cars ford mustang gt"

Hoes love me because of my cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Got like a hundred cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

No crucifix chains, i’m ain’t sure if i’m forgiven, lord

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,