This is a song about "Bacnice cars"

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

You pull up in parking lots

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

Hoes love me because of my cars

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars