This is a song about "Cars houses"

Run away from the cars...

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Many houses vacant,projects been baking,new cliques and crews formed

Took a shot jump to a porno star y'all really like i support that broad

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Got like a hundred cars

You pull up in parking lots

I feel like i got fifty cars

The you should look up in the stars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?