This is a song about "Cool cars"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Went out and had a church of kids

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

When bret hart meet brett farve

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

I feel like i got fifty cars

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Hoes love me because of my cars