This is a song about "Angry cars"

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Where you belong with your family

When your sad angry happy

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars