This is a song about "Driving nice cars"

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

Run away from the cars...

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

You aint driving a benz

It's time for some change to commence

Ugh, walking on water and running on waves

Remember driving upstate text your mom updates.

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Rock them bitches once then forgot about ‘em forever