This is a song about "Having fancy cars"

Huh, a metaphor of course

Ive been having these thoughts

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

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,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars