This is a song about "Sport cars"

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

Running from the cops like that shit is an olympic sport,

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

She likes the way it hits her lips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Hoes love me because of my cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Signed a deal, four years, with the devil's sport

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord