This is a song about "Fast cars"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Cars are passing by, guy

I'll meet you in the sky

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Run away from the cars...

So she kisses the stars

Hit it then i quit it ‘fore she even made the bed

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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