This is a song about "Foregin cars"

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

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

Memories of stolen cars swervin down abandoned blocks

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

With reality defeating n leaving scars guns shot from cars

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Not king james, these were coke kings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

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

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

Got like a hundred cars

Keep your heads up high

Cars are passing by, guy