This is a song about "Stealling cars"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

While in the distance i hear passing cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

You pull up in parking lots

Got like a hundred cars

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

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

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I feel like i got fifty cars