This is a song about "Having fancy cars"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Dreamin on a lullaby

Cars are passing by, guy

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Cycles," "you're no michael jackson, i'm having