Status Symbol

To that High End Driver, It shouldn’t matter what it’s worth, I know a car’s not a reflection of you; Still I’m struck by your status symbol; Whoever you are? You reminded us believe in the hustle; That hot pink vision just screamed ‘Baby girl you’ve got to dream big.’ Where ever you go flashing five thousand dollar brake lights that message is being paraded around; You kick rose dust in your spectators eyes; Whatever you do keep playing by your own rules; With that ride all I see is a trailblazer, boss mode with the rest in your rear view; Reality isn’t relevant it’s about the image; Your hot pink vision just screams ‘Trust me. Hard work is the ultimate status symbol.’ Just know we see you, Sincerely Me