This is a song about "Cars"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Run away from the cars...

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

Cars are passing by, guy

And now we high

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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