This is a song about "Expensive cars"

And i'm still hurtin over pops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

My bumpers bent license suspended renewals expensive

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars