This is a song about "Monry drugs cars"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Got like a hundred cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Amen, they say you only live once

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

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

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows