This is a song about "Doing cars"

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

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

Run through the forest, run away from the cars,

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Go continue staring at the sky,dream of expensive cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

They bringing me fish and chips

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

Trying to move foward, though it never stops