This is a song about "Bacnice cars"

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,