This is a song about "Stealing cars"

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Confessing my stealing convenience

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hoes love me because of my cars

I'm in here counting green, y'all out there stealing

Now this is what i call an evening

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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