This is a song about "Cars and babies"

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

To this day, the game, will never be the same

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

I'm always rockin', never stoppin', devastatin' rappin' lady

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

Babies are visible lets keep this visual before i'm become vengeful and

And staying on your smell, uh, licing, twenty year old tween pimple poppin babies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

All i need is moola cars and friends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most