This is a song about "Cars fords"

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Ies in the downtown maze of mazdas and fords

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

The you should look up in the stars