This is a song about "Cars girls"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

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