This is a song about "Having fancy cars"

You pull up in parking lots

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I feel like i got fifty cars

Shots, they back and forth

Ive been having these thoughts

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Fancy type of draws drool on a mild pile

They say nothings ever free

Having some prosperity

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars