This is a song about "Golden cars"

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Gonna have it all, nice cars and a huge estate with a huge golden gate.

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

Shining like the golden sun