This is a song about "Cars life summer single alone happy"

#1 (#single #syllables)

Good kids make bad grown ups

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Always in the summer, man, pearl in my palm protecting like it's my life

The you should look up in the stars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I was single when you came in my life

What we gotta do to survive

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

What is right in my life. if i'm happy let me be.

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Now i'm not blaming a single reason for her fucked up life