This is a song about "Bars cars"

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

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Heard the sound of several gun shots

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

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

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

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

My magma hot bars race between the lines like a squad of cop cars