This is a song about "Money cars gucci armani"

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...

Got like a hundred cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars