This is a song about "Driving cars bad"

I feel like i got fifty cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I give my heart to one broad, the others get the pipe

Driving down the insterstate see a red light,

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

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

Its been driving me crazy lately

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars