This is a song about "Rental cars"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Spit fishscale mix it up in rental homes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

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

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Cars are passing by, guy

I be ballin, they wonder why

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops