This is a song about "Cars guns"

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Got like a hundred cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

That going through some things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Without the sound of guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains