This is a song about "Future cars"

How simple they are

No prospects for the future

I feel like i got fifty cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Take her back to where i live

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

I determine your future.

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops