This is a song about "Cars iee"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Run away from the cars...

The you should look up in the stars

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Got like a hundred cars

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house