This is a song about "Driving cars bad"

Like fuck it man

Driving in my dodge ram

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Run away from the cars...

And garage for what i'm driving.

But he don't rule a thing

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

And mine somewhere bout mars

Got like a hundred cars

Driving around in a plow, pow!

That's why all i want is you now

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

And when this beat drops, your heart stops