This is a song about "Expensive cars"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Hoes love me because of my cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Jumped off the porch when i was like six