This is a song about "Getting cars"

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

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars