This is a song about "Drag cars"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Got like a hundred cars

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Snapple fact: you rather wack

What a bummer, what a drag

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

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