This is a song about "Girls fast cars pistols"

But i'm a dreamerhave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

I'll come swinging from a vine, shooting two pistols

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

It's my time, top it off with two pistols

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Cdg shit match my kicks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props