This is a song about "Flashy lifestyle cars"

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Thats the lifestyle me and my crew

You a lady boss, now you fly free

You act like you're so rich and flashy

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

Instead of shootin all my children in a lifestyle

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

It's broken yet happy, flashy with colors of it's other personality

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city