This is a song about "Cars iee"

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks