This is a song about "Fancy cars"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Bitch got all them booty shots

Got like a hundred cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes