This is a song about "Stealing cars"

Heard the sound of several gun shots

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Got like a hundred cars

I be murdering bars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Stealing shit all day it ain't right either

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars