This is a song about "Cars guns"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Artillery weak with guns

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops