This is a song about "Bmw cars"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Run away from the cars...

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

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

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

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars