This is a song about "Expensive cars"

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

Got like a hundred cars

You're uncool like my mother kin

My expensive eye invention

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

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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