This is a song about "1920 cars"

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

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

You feel it from your head to your toes

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

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

And mine somewhere bout mars

I feel like i got fifty cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

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