This is a song about "Stealing cars"

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

You easy stealing picked pocket,

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Hoes love me because of my cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I be murdering bars

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

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

She likes the way it hits her lips

Copying stealing and pasting lyrics