This is a song about "Crack money cars"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

I be murdering bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots