This is a song about "Me driving fancy cars"

We was lookin for change 'til barack came

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

I feel like i got fifty cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I swear its driving me into insanity

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Hoes love me because of my cars

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I'm driving a unicorn, and she blowing me kisses

Think they tight, with their fancy clothes and fighting words

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds