This is a song about "Drift cars"

I feel like i got fifty cars

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Drive real fast when i'm in my cars

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Dare me some cash? not freezing wrinkle, fear drift

Suck her neck before i eat her like she's breakfast

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Run away from the cars...

Cause of death? bars

Bury my foes, up in drift but

They just don't give a fuck

I just wanna take a puff, then i start to drift

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,