This is a song about "Cars"

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Got like a hundred cars

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Run away from the cars...

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars