This is a song about "Fast cars money"

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

While in the distance i hear passing cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Take her back to where i live