This is a song about "White bitches cars"

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

We love for a while then a light goes

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

You say white bitches cain't rap, come here 'cuz you gon' get a slap

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops

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

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

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks