This is a song about "Cars"

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Run away from the cars...

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

I be murdering bars

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