This is a song about "Cars and pizza"

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

Nigga, you don't claim none, fan i am the teacher

Freshjive, yeah i get it no charge

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

You had a new clear heart. guess i was hiroshima

Cannibal who's munchin on you're legs, like some jet's pizza

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

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

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

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

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

We see stars and jack whips, police cars are like beasts though,