This is a song about "Clean cars"

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

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

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

While in the distance i hear passing cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

I'm rap like you simple and clean

I just know what you mean