This is a song about "Cars iee"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

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

Cause of death? bars

Got like a hundred cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Niggas is working forever my bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Bring the battering ram where you live