This is a song about "Cars ford mustang gt"

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Smash into your four-by-four door ford in a honda accord,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

Take some inventory, in this gorge there's a ford engine, door hinge

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Run away from the cars...