This is a song about "Cars iee"

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

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

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

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