This is a song about "Cars slow"

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

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

They aren't even moving slow,

But i'm right back cause the fans couldn't wait though

You pull up in parking lots

Run away from the cars...

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Syrup got me so slow

Look how the buzz will grow

And she gives them a blow

That means slower than slow

For makin the game slow,

I miss you at my recent show