This is a song about "Buying used cars at i n motors"

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

While in the distance i hear passing cars

I leapt 'n' saw the path at the end of the rainbow

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

People look at me n say thats what i wanna be,

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

In the jungle, i planned on the keeper

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars