This is a song about "Cars iee"

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Run away from the cars...

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

You pull up in parking lots

I feel like i got fifty cars

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Cars are passing by, guy

She gotta hold her head up high

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars