This is a song about "My cars"

My car kisses police who jump in front of cars willingly.

Hopefully they see the talent i carry just like jimmy

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

My words are dope as fuck like absurd cars broke when they struck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Hoes love me because of my cars

You pull up in parking lots