This is a song about "Cars welding"

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

And mine somewhere bout mars

Got like a hundred cars

I be murdering bars

I feel like i got fifty cars

Had i not been exposed to these things

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

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

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

All i need is moola cars and friends

Cars are passing by, guy

I wonder why, i sit and cry