This is a song about "Cool cars"

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

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

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

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

Fuck it, call me a heathen, that's cool

Kill people, burn shit, fuck school

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

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

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,