This is a song about "Angry cars"

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Hoes love me because of my cars

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

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

I was angry and sad

One night love: i'mma need that

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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