This is a song about "Cars iee"

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Hoes love me because of my cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

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