This is a song about "Cars iee"

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

So she kisses the stars

Run away from the cars...

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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