This is a song about "Fast cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Took me a while just to write those

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

The you should look up in the stars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Got like a hundred cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks