This is a song about "Cars and pizza"

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Come over here, he's blastin' rap music, eatin' pizza,

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Cause i change my outfit more than transsexuals change gender

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,