This is a song about "Clean cars"

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I'm feeling so fresh and so clean,

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?