This is a song about "Cool cars"

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

But she forgot about the golden rule

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Cars are passing by, guy