This is a song about "Me driving fancy cars"

Let's enjoy our younger years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

That my determination would be driving me mad/

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I feel like i got fifty cars

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words