This is a song about "Cars iee"

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

Not king james, these were coke kings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

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

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

Cars are passing by, guy

That new c-l fly

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars