This is a song about "Staining cars"

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

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

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

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

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

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

And mine somewhere bout mars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

While scheming on hits

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.