This is a song about "Nice cars"

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

In the back seat and it's getting quite loud

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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