This is a song about "Angry cars"

That thing just made me angry and furious...

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And mine somewhere bout mars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

She likes the way it hits her lips

Or leave him angry heating.

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Sometimes the lies make me angry

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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