This is a song about "Nice cars"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I be murdering bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

She graduated top of the class

Nice hotel, nice weed, nice beer, nice ass

While in the distance i hear passing cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops