This is a song about "Cars and burger"

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

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

People love hodgy i hate you though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

And cook her so you can serve her in a special spicy burger

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

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

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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