This is a song about "Selling cars"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

Bitch got all them booty shots

One night, i was selling some rocks

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I be murdering bars

Got like a hundred cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

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

Drivin' my impala and selling drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

You busy selling eighths to make a profit