This is a song about "Expensive cars"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

They say he the key to my blessings

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

You're just mad that i'm like expensive toilet paper

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Heavy doses, hands grippin on expensive sodas/

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars