This is a song about "Doing cars"

Run away from the cars...

When bret hart meet brett farve

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

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

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

Your bitch looking messy like she smoking rocks

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

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

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

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends

Niggas is working forever my bars

I feel like i got fifty cars