This is a song about "Clean cars"

Come see real niggas on my team

I'm rap like you simple and clean

People don't condone what they've never seen

They was always ready and always clean

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars