This is a song about "Drift cars"

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

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

Bury my foes, up in drift but

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

He needs help if you catch my drift

You're talking to one of the greatest

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Got like a hundred cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

I'm in some high definition, and my drift is catching