This is a song about "Selling cars"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Hoes love me because of my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

And mine somewhere bout mars

Run away from the cars...

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

By seventeen selling more then i could handle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle