This is a song about "White bitches cars"

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

When you spill out hits

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

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

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars