This is a song about "Racing cars"

Niggas is working forever my bars

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

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

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Faggots hating so fast like lucifer was out racing.

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

You'll think its a simulation when we spirit racing

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

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

Got like a hundred cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars