This is a song about "Fast cars and drugs"

And get me some more drugs

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

When bret hart meet brett farve

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops