This is a song about "Stealing cars"

Run away from the cars...

And mine somewhere bout mars

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

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Confessing my stealing #convenience

You pull up in parking lots

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars