This is a song about "Million dollar sport cars"

Get million-dollar bonuses from paying 'em minimum wage,

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And these nigga see this shit as a water sport

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Got like a hundred cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Running from the motherfuckin' cops like it's an olympic sport,

But daddy gotta order somethin dealers can't afford

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Run away from the cars...