This is a song about "Factors of buying a car"

It's like i'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard

Occupiers fled to the sound of a car purr, all stirrin' up a blizzard

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

He would either be locked up or in the back of a cop car handcuffed dam

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

You're buying up silvers like you need to kill a werewolf

In the car with a gun,

I wonder so often

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Full of shit, that is us, greater factors, wacker fucks

Then they caught buying a pawnshop/

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Buying a killing product, giving killers my money, for some honey,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely