This is a song about "Clean cars"

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

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

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

You pull up in parking lots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

They was always ready and always clean

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Cars are passing by, guy

Tears that our fore fathers cry