This is a song about "Girls fast cars pistols"

The you should look up in the stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Got like a hundred cars

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Pistols and fines, witness the lines of grey in the moral area