This is a song about "Cars houses"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cdg shit match my kicks

Moving houses for supposed whores

And of course, my car's off course

The houses can be more crazy than paranormal activity tapes.

When truly we're divided by our wealth, those lying snakes,

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

My garage full of cars that bounce

The you should look up in the stars

Got like a hundred cars

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

And talk about houses that they’ve burned to grounds,