This is a song about "Having fancy cars"

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

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Having some prosperity

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Bitch got all them booty shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars