This is a song about "Electric cars"

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Got like a hundred cars

Dreams of giant mansions, diamonds chains, 8 or 9 cars,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Cut out the light janelle's the electric lady

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

And it is to drive in all these fancy cars

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

But my raps shock you just like an electric eel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Electric relaxation, people's travel started the slaughter,

My electric methadone

Real street nigga, ain’t no clone

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?