This is a song about "Clean cars"

Immaculate keep this verse nice and clean

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Run away from the cars...

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Havent you got some dicks to clean?

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours