This is a song about "Cars"

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

We all here, from the dealers to the kids