This is a song about "Gta cars"

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

This ain't gta, grab that ak, brace and run this archaic district/

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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

All i need is moola cars and friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments