This is a song about "Driving fast cars"

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

My brother's wreckles driving drives me insane.

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

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

I swear its driving me into insanity

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Because it's so much pressure now

Driving around in a plow, pow!

The jiggas and the tips

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Yeah we drinking and driving in the rain

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box