This is a song about "Expensive cars"

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas/

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

These chalance give me balance

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones