This is a song about "Cars iee"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box