This is a song about "Clean cars"

Cdg shit match my kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Mouth of midas so dreams are close clean

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

Chlorine, wiped the opponents clean

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Hoes love me because of my cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

The bitches is everything in between

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean