This is a song about "Having fancy cars"

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Having some prosperity

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Run away from the cars...

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

Ive been having these thoughts

Kirko paint her walls

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks