This is a song about "Bacnice cars"

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

Got like a hundred cars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars