This is a song about "Cars"

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Dreamin big wanna have nice cars big house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Fuck the cops bitch, if they come up i'll then ignore cars,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars