This is a song about "Cars slow"

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Run away from the cars...

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

Now them broads gon' follow

Okay so imma start slow

I'm never faded though

A nigga wanna drive slow,

They aren't even moving slow,

Wale dc said we on joe

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I ain't tryna brag though

Syrup got me so slow