This is a song about "Future cars"

Nothing for the future

Something worth dying for

I feel like i got fifty cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

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

Run away from the cars...

Cause of death? bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Do we plan for our future

Niggas who be rapping how real they are