This is a song about "Cars welding"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I feel like i got fifty cars

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

Run away from the cars...

The you should look up in the stars

Watching for hollow-tip shots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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