This is a song about "Rental cars"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Run away from the cars...

You pull up in parking lots

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

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

Got like a hundred cars

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I'll take you out like a d.v.d rental,

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

I ain't up there yet to rap my way to pay my rental

They say to get a hundred mill you must become the devil