This is a song about "Fast cars and drugs"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,