This is a song about "Getting cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Cars are passing by, guy

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie