This is a song about "Driving fancy cars"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Insomnia is driving me mental,

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

Run for cover and return fire

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick

But astronomer is just a fancy word for moon starer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her