This is a song about "Fancy cars"

I be murdering bars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

Three j's took me this high

Cars are passing by, guy

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words