This is a song about "Clean verson cars"

So she kisses the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

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

Miami nights, it was all a dream

A mess for us two to clean,

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Soon as the stooly sings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Hoes love me because of my cars