This is a song about "Clean cars"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

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

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

The bitches is everything in between

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

When you spill out hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

They was always ready and always clean