This is a song about "Fast cars"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Bars coming nice and fast

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Niggas is working forever my bars

Run away from the cars...

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

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

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars