This is a song about "Cars girls"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I be murdering bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars