This is a song about "Expensive cars"

Im colder than guccis burr, my style is more expensive versace fur!

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Then the most expensive thing i owned was my xbox

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

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas

Hoes love me because of my cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/