This is a song about "Cars slow"

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

They aren't even moving slow,

A nigga wanna drive slow,

This prada make me shallow

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Fuck boys just keep envyin , (slow)

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

The you should look up in the stars

Slow whine, my gyal, slow whine

Flexin' hard nigga all the time

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

So i guess that's where i hide my things