This is a song about "Fast cars"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

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

If you ever feel alone and

Im testin the pray x3 (fast)

And bijies like im out and

Bars coming nice and fast

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hoes love me because of my cars