This is a song about "Doing cars"

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Hey how you doing, im doing fine

D.c. pg is with me see that bentley that ain't mine

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes