This is a song about "Cars"

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

You pull up in parking lots

Got like a hundred cars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Cars are passing by, guy

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

I be murdering bars

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...