This is a song about "Money tits cars"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Need a girl whos tryin' to ball

Her tits are fucking small

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Those tits im gonna squeeze

But in the meantime it's lights please

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Hoes love me because of my cars

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

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

She probably had a reason though

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