This is a song about "Houses weed cars"

You pull up in parking lots

Got like a hundred cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Run away from the cars...

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I feel like i got fifty cars

See money talk and these days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve