This is a song about "Nice cars"

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

I can get straight to the cash

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And mine somewhere bout mars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Hoes love me because of my cars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds