This is a song about "Angry cars"

I snicker and say you don't want me angry

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Bitch got all them booty shots

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...