This is a song about "Bars cars"

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

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

Got like a hundred cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

I walk around understanding the politics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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