This is a song about "Cars girls"

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Cars are passing by, guy

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks