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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

And you were tryna get it over fast.

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

White fences and all the material things, couple of nice cars big television screens,

Shit ain't always wat it seemsi put that on everything no sleep having light dreams