This is a song about "European cars"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I feel like i got fifty cars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

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

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

Cars are passing by, guy

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie