This is a song about "Flash cars"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

Run away from the cars...

I be murdering bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Glow bright like a lightening flash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

But let's be realistic i'm not flash

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Flash past bastards and crash burners

Clown answer back, y'all never seen the hammers flash

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass