This is a song about "Cars hindi"

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I feel like i got fifty cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

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

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Got like a hundred cars

Cause of death? bars