This is a song about "Cars guns"

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I feel like i got fifty cars

You pull up in parking lots

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

We bustin' like shot guns

Guess they ran out of options

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.