This is a song about "Wee cars"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Not king james, these were coke kings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

I feel like i got fifty cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props