This is a song about "Houses weed cars"

They left the keys to the brand new porsche

Moving houses for supposed whores

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

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

Got like a hundred cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Run away from the cars...

Bitch got all them booty shots

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.