This is a song about "Drugs cars anxiety hoe hurt"

Got like a hundred cars

Sb nike's, with the grey box

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Getting flooded by anxiety, feeling conquered,

It ain't nothing though

Now get the fuck back hoe

When bret hart meet brett farve

Run away from the cars...

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Call me whatever joe

If they be man or hoe.

So you can thank your hoe…

Just let it chill joe

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

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