This is a song about "Hyrbid cars"

Got like a hundred cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars