This is a song about "Exotic cars"

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I feel like i got fifty cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

You can hear it in my lyrics

I'm brown. said that already? fuck it i'm exotic/

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars