This is a song about "Having fancy cars"

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I be murdering bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,