This is a song about "Fast cars and big rims"

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

And you were tryna get it over fast.

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

So i went down south but i ended up north

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Who thinkin' they're big shots? runnin' on the fast track,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops