This is a song about "Stealling cars"

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Been spending most our lives

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

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

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops