This is a song about "Chasing cars"

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I not chasing no hoe

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

But i don’t know what the fuck you keep chasing

I ain't trying to bitch, but they say that i'm hating

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Run away from the cars...

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

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Little more weed, first class seats

In aberdeen chasing dreams

My time with this bullshit i'm chasing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring