This is a song about "Cars girls"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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,

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And mine somewhere bout mars