This is a song about "Nice cars"

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Gonna have it all, nice cars and a huge estate with a huge golden gate.

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Livin the fast life, in fast cars