This is a song about "Exotic cars"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Run away from the cars...

So she kisses the stars

Im bionic my flows exotic im bout to wet niggas with my flow so

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cause of death? bars

Got like a hundred cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks