This is a song about "Cars are better than men"

To be great, i'm giving it all it takes

They make you need to be fake, some men are just snakes,

I fired my weaponstarted steppin' in the hurricanei got shot so i droppedfeelin' a burst of pain

Handicapped he goes he still stayed till everyone's defunct da enemies are slightly better than bane

I shred better than any paper shredder, better than

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Fortune, fame, cars, hoes are tens, nobody's tense,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

And so it's back to mcdonald's and every month dealing

Its evident, im better than eleven men at everything

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

If a nigga didn't fake like them

They'll never become better men

Those lines are already better than yours, but i'll write more just for the kicks

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks