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

Shooting down moms and wives

Shout out my nigga miles

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Bitch got all them booty shots

Run away from the cars...

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

From a couple feet awaybut stay away

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

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Artillery weak with guns

That was my influence

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Got like a hundred cars