This is a song about "Big cars"

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

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

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

Got like a hundred cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars