This is a song about "Nice cars"

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars