This is a song about "Exotic cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Run away from the cars...

So she kisses the stars

Everything i wanted never seem so close

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars