This is a song about "Bad kitty cars"

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

And mine somewhere bout mars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Her kitty purr, feel bad for her, my dick considered weaponry

My kick game be making fifa envy

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

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

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Run away from the cars...

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars