This is a song about "Fast cars"

You can keep the fast cars, i just want a level head

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Niggas is working forever my bars

While in the distance i hear passing cars

That look in his mama's eyes, he was traumatized by police cars,

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Fast lives inside shiny cars, buyin' bars out when we stars,

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

I be murdering bars

Hoes love me because of my cars

So she kisses the stars

Got like a hundred cars

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

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