This is a song about "Drag cars"

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

For 9 years in spain had the time share

Haters say, "hey great" then turn back to drag hair

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And mine somewhere bout mars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Drag them up from the maelstrom

Got lean, rose, patron

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

You're a drag queen with european genes