This is a song about "Clean verson cars"

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Be the king, that was part of my dream

They was always ready and always clean

You pull up in parking lots

Hoes love me because of my cars

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

Cars are passing by, guy

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Got like a hundred cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars