This is a song about "Me cars"

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I feel like i got fifty cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

The you should look up in the stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Don't ask me why

Cars are passing by, guy

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

All i need is moola cars and friends

Got like a hundred cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars