This is a song about "Cars"

Not king james, these were coke kings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Run away from the cars...

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

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars