This is a song about "Expensive cars"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

My expensive eye invention

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Bitch got all them booty shots

Run away from the cars...

Releasing excessive content, while realizing how expensive this rap project is,

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box