This is a song about "Cars girls"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Got like a hundred cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

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