This is a song about "Me in fancy ass cars"

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

I be murdering bars

Run away from the cars...

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Hoes love me because of my cars

The sinner me,the killer in me will rip rappers a new ass hole

My success'll be the death of youlo and behold you sold your soul

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Man, your band is never flexible, like cars in traffic,

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And hack your wack ass in 3 imagine me

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

We drive around in million dollar sports cars