This is a song about "Bmw cars"

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Run away from the cars...

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I be murdering bars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

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

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

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

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops