This is a song about "Money cars"

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

I feel like i got fifty cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Cars are passing by, guy

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie