This is a song about "Clean verson cars"

So she kisses the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

Caged, and the wonder is seen

A mess for us two to clean,

I'm rap like you simple and clean

Miami nights, it was all a dream

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Hoes love me because of my cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks