This is a song about "Cars money weed slut"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...

But you know what

Oh, did i scare you, slut?

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Bad bitch, far from a slut

I feel like i got fifty cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

I love you though i'll still fuck

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings