This is a song about "Chasing cars"

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

I feel my mind racing, cause i know that im chasing

Chasing the visions of perfect renditions

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Into the temptations/ these voices and faces keep #chasing,

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Slangin' rocks with your glocks put this tape in your box

At this love thing toe to toe

I not chasing no hoe

But he don't rule a thing

My time with this bullshit i'm chasing

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Boy im out here chasing money