This is a song about "Cops gangstas cars guns shooting"

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

I be murdering bars

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

A shooting range with bullet limits

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Run away from the cars...

Crime, cops in cars, bright lights shine, trife life,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

But i dont carry guns

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

I feel like i got fifty cars

Back when we was shooting up cops

Y’all only in it for the cars