This is a song about "Getting cars"

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cdg shit match my kicks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars