This is a song about "Girls cars and bars"

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Bars like cars the way i speed on tracks

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

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

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?