This is a song about "Drugs guns bitches booty sea cars"

Run away from the cars...

Cause of death? bars

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

Took me a while just to write those

I feel like i got fifty cars

Heard the sound of several gun shots

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

Snort a little, now you're getting groovy

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

I’m tryna be low key

Bitches shake their booty

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Still no drugs, guns, knives or lives lost.

Competition on the court