This is a song about "Lamborgini cars"

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

Cars are passing by, guy

Never had a chance to try

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks