This is a song about "Bars cars"

By spittin these bars, leave retrieved cars at the dump

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

She gotta hold her head up high

Cars are passing by, guy

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

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

Run away from the cars...

And i'm still hurtin over pops