This is a song about "Old cars"

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Not king james, these were coke kings

Hoes love me because of my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

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

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

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

So she kisses the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,